During those days on the train, there were eyes and ears everywhere, even going to the bathroom, she didn’t dare use her space to wash up.
It was unavoidable, the difference when coming in and out of the space was too big.
She was afraid someone would notice something fishy.
Now that she had arrived at the guesthouse, she no longer had to worry.
She long-absent indulgently enjoyed the peace within her space, took a bath, then began to make a lavish meal to treat herself.
She had just started.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck, quack, quack, quack, woof, woof, woof." The little guys in the space rushed over.
It was unclear if it was because she fed them so well that they had become lazier and lazier, often sprawling in the yard, sleeping soundly.
Only when she made medicinal food would these critters all roll up and crowd around her, competing to be the cutest and most charming.
Xia Chuyi shook her head: What a bunch of masters they are.
After filling her stomach and taking care of herself, Xia Chuyi left the space.
Since there was still some time before school started, she began to go out in the following days to scout for a "Youwei" shop location.
After touring around Capital City, she was almost scared to death by the house prices there.
Initially, she thought about finding a shop that the landlord was willing to sell, but now she realized she had been daydreaming.
Even in that era, the house prices in Capital City were incredibly expensive.
She roughly inquired about the market, and even the cheapest houses in the city area cost tens of thousands.
In an era where the average salary was less than one hundred, this wasn’t something everyone could afford!
So, for the working class, no matter the era, buying a house was never easy!
Speaking of house prices being cheap back in the day, out of context from average incomes, is simply absurd.
Of course, workers in that era didn’t need to worry about housing because factories generally provided accommodations, though the conditions were subpar.
As for shops, not to mention the central business district, even outside Kyoto University, the monthly rent was almost ten times that of Ling County.
And the transfer fee was at least two thousand.
In her mind, she immediately thought, "Life in Beijing is tough."
After doing the math and thinking it over, Xia Chuyi thought to herself: If I want to be a landlord, I need to hurry up and make money.
Eventually, Xia Chuyi chose a Baozi shop that was being transferred, located not far to the left behind the school.
The location of this Baozi shop was excellent, about forty square meters, a perfect size, and it had a ready-made stove and utensils, very suitable for her to convert into a braised food store.
And the price, after a lot of gentle and firm haggling, she finally negotiated the transfer fee plus half a year’s rent down to three thousand yuan.
Even though "Youwei" didn’t have much business in Ling County—using the turnover from a small place as the initial capital for starting a business in Beijing was absolutely not enough.
After signing the contract, Xia Chuyi immediately wrote a letter to Uncle Liberation Army, with the core idea:
The money you sent me before, I’m going to use it.
Don’t worry, I’ll treat it as if you’ve invested in shares.
A few days later, in a certain part of the Southwest.
Huo Shiqian, having received the letter, first frowned slightly, then immediately picked up a pen to start replying to Xia Chuyi.
Girl, the money I gave you is pocket money, use it freely, no need to treat it as investment.
By the way, if that’s not enough, I still have more.
Enclosed payment, exactly two thousand yuan.
A few days later, after receiving the reply, Xia Chuyi: suddenly felt like she was being supported by a wealthy patron.
Of course, that was for later, for now, Xia Chuyi was still carefully calculating, figuring out how to make her funds last.